#i already knew how it goes while reading it but i still cried like a fucking bitch!!! fuCK FUCK IM CRYING AGAIN NOOOOO

[weird-is-life]

pregnant reader and Spencer fic where he makes her cry on accident 😭😭

Hii lovely, ty for the request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kisses, like one swear word, reader cries (not because of something bad tho, it's cute), use of pet names (0.6k)

Spencer is running late at least later than he'd told you he would be and he can't stress it more. You've been home alone almost the whole day, and Spencer knows you are probably more than lonely.

But even if he's already late Spencer makes one more stop to get some groceries before heading home to you.

When he finally arrives home, he can't stop apologising as you greet him by the door, the baby bump very visible underneath one of his sweaters.

"Hi sweetheart, I'm so sorry I'm late there was a problem we needed to deal with," Spencer apologises and kisses your cheek.

"It's okay, Spence," you say into his shirt, already hugging him tightly, "I missed you a lot though."

Spencer looks at you like he always does with a too loving smile, "I missed you two, too."

Spencer ushers you towards the couch, he doesn't want you to be standing for too long 'cause he knows your feet would hurt, and also because he intends to cuddle you as much as possible there.

He quickly unpacks the groceries, and remembers the snacks he's bought for you. What he doesn't know is that you've been craving exactly the same snack he's bought the entire day.

"Here I got you these sweetheart," Spencer gives the snacks to you and rushes to the bedroom to change into something much more comfortable than the suit.

You stay still, your eyes filling up with tears as you hold the snacks in your hands.

When he comes back to you, he finds you eating the snacks while the tears run down by your cheeks.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong?" Spencer immediately sits next to you, and starts to wipe the tears away.

"I just....-" you start with small hiccup, "I just love you so much."

A warm chuckle escapes Spencer's mouth, before he's back to comforting you. He's read every single book there's on pregnancy, so he knows how tough it is with the changes of hormones.

"Oh, baby, I love you too is that why you're crying, huh? Or is it something else? Maybe me being late?" He really hope it isn't the latter.

"N-no, I just-... I just really wanted these snacks all day, Spence," you tell him as another set of tears escapes from your eyes, "a-and they are too good."

"Oh sweetheart, if I knew you wanted them so badly i would have bought more," Spencer tells you with a sympathetic smile.

He understands it can be a lot for you from time to time, even if it's something as simple as craving some snack, so he let's you eat your snacks while he wipes away the tears. He does that until the snacks are gone along with the tears.

You look just unhappy about finishing the snacks as you did minutes ago eating them. You give him a puppy eyes, and Spencer is up on his legs before you can even say his name.

"Spencer...?"

"Don't worry, lovely. I got it, I'll buy you more than enough," Spencer quickly gives you a kiss, and goes to put on his shoes, car keys already in his hand.

"Spence?"

"Yes?" he looks back at you so fucking lovingly completely unbothered about the fact that he has to go to the shop again that you think you might start crying again (Spencer loves you so much that it happens a lot, you crying about how much you love him).

"Of course, but only if you really want to. I don't mind going alone."

"I want to," you say enthusiasticly. That is all Spencer needs to take your shoes, and go back to you. He puts the shoes on for you, kisses your bump, and helps you get up.

"C'mon, sweetheart. I'll get you anything you want if you tell me about your day, " Spencer happily listens to you chatter about everything that crossed your mind through the day.

You and Spencer leave the shop with way too many snacks, but it's okay because you're happy as one can be and that's all Spencer needs, okay maybe the cuddles too.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid

[norrisleclercf1]

Just The Beginning

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Words: 2.2K

Requested: Yes / No

Request: Hey! First of all i love your writing like every time you post I go WILD anyways.. I’ve been thinking a lot about kind of a prequel to the mini lando series in which Lando and reader have been trying for a baby but haven’t been successful and as they loose hope, reader gets sick so lando goes to the pharmacy to get reader some medicine and when reader wakes up he calls him like “maybe bring a pregnancy test too” and lando is like “omgomgomg it can’t be” and he gets like super excited and anxious and everyone at the pharmacy is like “first time?” Anyways, turns out reader is finally pregnant with Aiden?!! 😭😭😭

Rating: R because of difficult topics

Warnings: Difficultly getting pregnant, losing hope, feeling of failure and not good enough, relationship difficulties, ANGST, fluff, I'm sure there are more warnings, please read this carefully if you have trouble reading this topic

Synopsis: Lando and you have wanted to be parents for the longest time, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be

Mini Lando / New Addition / Mini Lando Masterlist

"Lando, don't get your hopes up." Hands placed over your mouth as you watch the timer on your phone. Lando nods, but you can't miss the excited smile he tries so hard to hide. 

"I won't. I promise." You refuse to look at the white and blue test on the counter before you two. Three years married, Carlos and Charles having children, and the two of you getting baby fever a year ago have two of you trying to have your own children. "Lando, stop." You snap, placing your hand on your husband's bouncing leg. 

"Sorry." He stops, rubbing sweaty hands on his jeans. He knew you didn't mean to snap, but the tension was intense after multiple negative tests and tears. The shrieking beeps of the timer have you jumping, head dropping as you can't look at the test. "Want me to look?" Lando's voice held no excitement. 

"Please." Standing, he grabs the test. How was he to tell you it was negative again? It was already a thought in your mind that you might have problems. "It's negative, isn't it?" Lando turns, your red eyes boring into his sad ones. "That's okay, though. We can try again." He places the test down, reaching for you. 

You stand, leaving the bathroom, heading to your office, and slamming the door. Lando flinches, hearing the soft echoes of your cries. He wanted nothing more than to hold you, yet for the past three months, you shoved him away every time that negative popped up. Sliding down the counter, he buries his head in his arms, his own tears slipping down his face. 

Wiping his face, he sniffles and stands, heading to your office. "Y/n, please open the door." He begs, just wanting to hold his wife. "Go away!" You scream something thumping on the door. "Okay." Lando whimpers out. "I'm going to.....I'm going for a driver. I'll be back." You let out a chest-rattling gasp hearing the soft thuds of him walking away. 

You don't know when you stopped crying. The feeling of being hollow was all you could make out. Lando was still not back; you wouldn't blame him if he never returned. He wanted to be a father so badly, and while you could give him everything, you couldn't give him this. Lando wanted to talk to you, but you couldn't voice those dark thoughts you kept having. 

How could you tell the love of your life you felt like a failure? The man who loved you more than driving that he should leave you and find someone else who could give him children. The terror that gripped you at the possibility of Lando doing that left you sick. The empty promises you two whispered to one another, the baby names, the pictures of the future that were slowly slipping away. 

The mechanical whirl of the garage door opening gets you moving. Heading back to the bathroom, you throw the test away just for it to join the rest of those false hopes and dreams. The garage door opens and closes with keys jingling as you clean your face. You plaster a look of calm. You mastered the look and act of you're fine. 

"Baby?" Lando's voice carries through the house, drawing you out of the bedroom. "I'm here." A loud sigh as he rounds the corner. Those doubts rile up hearing that sigh. Was he sighing because you're still here? Because he came home? Regretting marrying you? "Hi." His soft smile greets you. 

"Sorry about earlier. I need to start dinner." Lando watches as you sidestep him, heading straight for the kitchen. "Forget dinner. Let's go out, get some fresh air." Closing your eyes, you try hard to clamp down on the anxiety that creeps into your bones. "No, I want to stay home. I'm tired." Lando nods, swallowing hard as he walks away. He always walked away, never wanting to fight with you anymore. 

He was giving up. Lando would leave you soon, and you don't blame him. You failed. 

Dinner and the house were silent for the rest of the day. 

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"She refuses to talk to me." Carlos hums, sipping his beer as the two watch Y/n play with little Santiago. "Have you tried therapy?" Lando bristles, as mentioned. "If she would talk to me, Carlos, I would mention it." He hisses, tearing the label off his beer. 

"Don't get snappy with me. You two are made for one another, and this is just a....rough patch." Carlos smiles, waving at his little boy, who Y/n bounces, talking to Carlos's wife. "This isn't a rough patch Carlos. She wants children, and I....I can't even give her them." Carlos's smile fades, turning to look at his dearest friend. 

"Have you two ever been to a fertility clinic? Tested? Anything?" Carlos knew what Lando was like. If anything went wrong, he put all the blame on him. It doesn't matter if it's an outside force. It was automatically his fault. "No, I'm terrified to mention it. What if she feels like, I'm placing all the blame on her?" Lando pulls his eyes away from you, and you look so damn happy. 

For the first time in 4 months since that day in the bathroom, you looked like a shell of yourself. Holding Santi, you look alive. "Lando, you two clearly haven't been talking. Talk to your wife, and I know it's terrifying. But, what if you never talk, and this breaks the both of you?" Lando shakes his head no. "No, no, that's not possible." Carlos sighs, patting him on his shoulder.  

"Did you have a good talk with Carlos?" Lando jumps, hearing your voice as he drives the two of you home. "What? Oh, yeah, it was fine." Lando shrugs, and you sigh. Carlos's wife had told you to start small and that it was best to start a conversation with your husband. "What'd you talk about?" Lando cringes at the question, not wanting to talk about it. 

"Nothing, just the upcoming season and all that." You nod your head, anger bubbling in your chest at him, avoiding the conversation. "Nothing? Did you talk about nothing for the entire day?" Your husband's eyes slide over to you, the anger evident in your voice. "No, we didn't talk about nothing the entire day. But you wouldn't know that as you refuse to talk to me." Lando snaps, and you blink, shocked at his raised tone. 

"Refuse to talk to you? I'm always talking to you, Lando! You're the one who refuses to even look at me!" Lando adjusts himself in his seat, trying to calm himself down. "Really? Really? Y/n, the last time we had a real fucking conversation was the morning you took that test. After that day, you refuse to let me touch you. I can't even approach the topic without you shutting down. My wife is gone and refuses to let me help, much less know the problem." Lando slams the car into park as you stare at him, shocked at this anger. 

"I'm furious with you, dammit!" Lando throws the door open, storming to the front door as you follow, watching him reach a specific door. "Don't you dare go in there!" You scream, trying to stop him, but he throws you off. "Don't!" He throws it open as you stare at the empty room, with only one object in the middle. 

"You can't even walk in here. This is our baby's room, and you keep that door closed. Why? What is it that you can't talk to me anymore? I'm your husband, and we've......do you not love me anymore? We haven't had sex in months; tell me that you blame me. I know you think it's my fault. Say it!" He screams at you pounding his chest as you stare at one another, crying. 

"Blame you? Blame you!" You laugh, stepping foot into the nursery Lando built and decorated himself for the first time. "You want to be a father so damn bad! Do you know what it's like to hold Santi or Anthoine when we're with our friends? To see that look in your eyes and then the one of disappointment when you look at me?" As you step deeper into the room, you wipe the tears from your eyes. "Every damn test, that look grows with more hatred, and I know you hate me. I'm the wife that is failing at giving you children, Lando. I'm the reason why!" You laugh. 

"I don't blame you, Lando." Spitting out the words, you stand inches from one another. "I'm scared I'll wake up one day, and you're gone. You left me because I'm a failure as a wife for not giving you children. I'm terrified that....that." Lando stops you, hugging you tightly as you collapse in his arms. "I don't think you're a failure. You are the strongest person I know, Y/n." Hearing those words, you gasp out loud as you cry loudly. 

"I love you, and we will have children. One day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but we will have children one day." 

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One Year Later

Therapy was going well for the two of you, and you could finally talk about everything. Lando how he felt he was to blame and not good enough. You, how you felt like a failure and that Lando would leave you. Everyone could see the change in your relationship, how you both looked lighter and happier. Your therapist suggested taking a break from trying to have children, and you did. 

The two of you talked of the pressure it put on both of you, that it was a weight on your chest. Lando agreed that waiting would be best, and if the two try again, talk to a specialist first. Traveling around the world and just enjoying yourselves as well was communicating was important now. The nursery door was kept shut, but you added small things here and there. 

Except right now, you've been bedridden with the flu. Everything smelled horrible, and the food tasted gross. You've been throwing up and just wanting Lando next to you the only time you've felt a semblance of being your healthy self. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Be back." Lando whispers as you wave him off. You can't do another day like this. 

Laying in bed, you can only think everything over for the past month. Month. Maybe it was your period, you've never really had to go through this often, but it did happen. Except..... 

Eye flying open, you scramble to grab your phone calling Lando. "What, is something wrong?" Lando's panicked voice fills your ear after the 2nd ring. "No, um...you remember last month when we got a little careless?" Lando chuckles, the memories very clear as he thinks about you and where he- "Wait? Do you think?" Lando's eyes widen as he tries so hard not to get excited. 

"I...I don't know. Pick one up. Please." Lando agrees as a soft ding of the pharmacy lets the workers know someone has walked in. "Hi, can I get some anti-nausea meds and a pregnancy test?" He can't help the giant smile that fills his face. The lovely older lady behind the counter smiles at him. "First time, sweetie?" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Kinda? I mean....this is." She raises her hand, stopping his stutters. "I understand; I hope it all goes well." Lando slaps the money on the counter and rushes off with a wave. Running home, no need to announce he's back as you're there grabbing the test. 

And here you are again, sitting on the same tub ledge. Watching the seconds tick by, the same hope and feelings of doubt cover you both. Neither of you says anything, both jumping out of your skin at the shrieking timer. 

Reaching for the test, Lando snaps your hand down. Holding it. "Wait, just wait." He breathes, staring at you. "Whatever it says, it doesn't matter. It's not my fault nor yours. We're not failures, and we will have children one day. It doesn't matter how or when, but we will love them no matter what. And I'll love you until I die. Okay?" You nod, swallowing as you stand, grabbing the test. 

Your hands start to shake as tears begin to fall; Lando sighs. "Hey, it's okay. We should make that appointment, huh?" He laughs, trying to lighten the mood as you shake your head no. "It's positive." You whisper, his head snapping up, not believing your words. "What?" Standing up, you laugh, showing him the test. "It's positive." You repeat as he covers your shaking hand, trying to read the test. 

"It's positive? It's positive!" He laughs, scooping you up as he spins you around. The two of you laugh and cry. "We're going to be parents," Lando whispers, holding you close. "We're going to be parents." You repeat, neither of you believing this; Lando giggling. "Aiden." You pull back, confused why he'd say that name. "Aiden, if it's a boy, Odette if it's a girl." You smile, kissing your husband gently. 

"It's perfect." He nods, hand lying on your stomach. "I will love you for the rest of my life. You have no idea how loved you already are." 

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #formula one #f1 series #f1 angst #f1 fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic #lando norris angst #lando norris fluff #lando angst #lando norris #lando x reader #lando fluff #dad!f1 #mini lando series

[ilys00ga]

𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

★ MASTERLIST.

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?��

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi #bts #yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #bts scenarios #bts yoongi #yoongi angst #hurt/comfort #suga fluff #bts fluff #suga angst #suga fic #abandoment issues #bts imagines #bts fic

[vettelinyourarea]

lavender haze - toto wolff

genre: fluff, slight angst(?)

word count: 1,061

inspired by lavender haze by taylor swift

warning: s-word, age-gap, english is not my first language

this is the first fict i've ever written

Meet me at midnight

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don’t ever say too much

And don’t really read into

My melancholia

You have been seeing Toto for a couple of months now. Nothing official, just a little date here and there. One day though, when you and Toto went on a date in Monaco, you both were caught by a paparazzi and it’s messy from that point. 

Here you are, at 2:30 am, sitting in your bed, mentally debating whether to send the message you have typed to the man you have come to care deeply in such a short amount of time.

I don’t think I can handle this, Toto.

By 3:00 am, the man himself is standing at your door. You didn’t expect him to be awake when you send the message 30 minutes earlier. But here he is, hugging you in your bedroom. Holding you while you cried on his chest. 

You have come to realized how different your lives are. Him, being the team principal of a big Formula 1 team, he is used to the media and the press. He is used to all of the public attention. But you’re just a student. Taking your master’s degree, you are not used to the public attentions and the press. 

But he’s here, comforting you. He’s here, coming to your apartment at 3 am just because you texted him. He’s here, despite all of the crazy schedule he has tomorrow. And he’s here, hugging you, comforting you, whispering to you.

“You’re okay, love. I’m here, I will always be here with you.”

I’ve been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

When you first agreed to go on a date with Toto, you knew your relationship would not be the easy one. Having a relationship with someone way older than you is not easy for anyone, let alone the fact that he is a popular Austrian billionaire that will always gather a lot of attention wherever he goes.

Slut, gold digger, you called it. You knew some people would call you those disgusting things the moment they caught glimpse of you two holding hands. But knowing the fact in advance doesn’t make it easier for you. But still, neither of you care about the public perceptions. Because you and Toto knew for a fact that your feelings for each other is real. Both of you have fall in too deep with each other. You both also knew for a fact that the relationship you both have currently would become official in no time. 

The hate, the criticism. Those things only make you fell deeper for the man who is currently sleeping besides you.

All they keep asking me

Is if I’m gonna be your bride

The only kinds of girl they see

Is a one night or a wife

I find it dizzying

They’re bringing up my history

But you aren’t even listening

Going out on a busy weekend night is definitely not your smartest decision. But do you care? Not really. You do get annoyed when paparazzi started to follow you and ask questions about your relationship with Toto. Even though the guy is not even with you at the moment. You would have no problem to talk about the man you have grown to love, but not with them. Not in the situation like now.

You and Toto have officially been in a relationship for 6 months now and the press knew it already. But all they keep asking you is when are you and Toto going to get married. As if marriage is the only kind of romantic relationship. Of course, you grew tired of it, but you held on, not telling Toto about how uncomfortable you are.

But when the press starts to bring up your past relationships, all hell break loose. Toto was the first one to found out about the articles. No, he is not mad at you, of course. “I’m not mad at you, love. Why would I be mad at you because of your past? You are mine and I am yours now,” he said when you asked him.

And that is the truth. He is mad, no scratch that, he is furious at the media because why would they dig deep into your past life? You are not a public figure. You are in the public light because you love him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through these because of me,” he said one night while holding you. “Why would you apologize? I chose to love you first,” you had answered. And he kissed you softly as a reply, and you feel one single tear from his eyes, drop on your cheek. 

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love go spiral

You and Toto were having dinner at his house when he first asked your permission to talk about your relationship publicly. People knew about your relationship, of course, but neither of you have ever talked about it to the public. It was one year after your relationship become official. With his age, you knew your relationship with him would get serious very quickly. 

You also don’t care if your relationship become public or stay private, really. You just want to love him and be loved by him. And you already knew how in love he is with you, even without announcing it to the world. You don’t care about what the public thinks of your relationship. With that being said, of course you let him to talk about it.

So, on the next day when he has an interview, he openly talks about your relationship for the first time.

“Yeah, she’s everything I need and she’s the one who keeps me sane in this crazy world.”

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

I just wanna stay

In that lavender haze

You are sitting with Toto in your shared house. After 4 years of dating and 2 years of marriage, he somehow still managed to give you butterfly. After all those years together, he somehow still managed to take your breath away when you looked at him. Even after all those hard years together with him, you both are still in that lavender haze.

#f1 #formula 1 #toto wolff #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff drabble #toto wolff imagines #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 fluff #vettelinyourarea

[av1xtg]

It's so funny to me that it's so obvious when I get a new hyperfixation because everything everywhere for example tis blog suddenly turns to what ever hyperfixation I have. . .

NOW I WANNA TALK ABOUT HUSK AND MY HEADCANONS FOR HIM BECAUSE THAT SILLY GRUMPY OLD-MAN CAT IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN (contains a bit of huskerdust and bad grammar because english is not my first language but I have no respect for it so /j)

So I fully headcanon that husk has the most un organised and dirty room for some reason, like he never even bothered decorating it.

He hates baths and oils and stuff like that because it's really hard to take off from his wings and fur.

He refused to wash his hands with water and he cleaned his hands like cats do before eating food or serving drinks so charlie forced him to at least use wet wipes (idk how to write tht but hope you understand it)

He loves old fashioned love songs, usually mumbles some lyrics he still remebers while working and the others like to hear his singing.

The fluffies fluff ever, he doesn't really use any products (only dry shampoo from time to time) AND STILL HIS FUR IS EXTREMLY FLUFFY.

He got extremly bad body dismorfia when he arrived at hell.

The others tease him alot whenever he does any cat sounds.

Instead of a glass of water on his nightstand he had a bottle of whiskey or any other alcohol.

If he's in the mood (and charlie asks nicely + a day off) he might do some magic tricks to entretain the other guests.

Whenever he speaks spanish he always calls evryone pendejo (as a mexican that is also my favorite curse word I gotta add that). Like him and vaggie are fighting and she desn't know he speaks apanish so she starts insuting him in spanish and he goes "CALLATE LA PINCHE BOCA PENDEJA TUERTA" (traduction: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING ONE EYED WOMAN) and she shuts up because she didn't expect that. (Now they speak in spanish together sometimes)

One time Sr. Pentious gave him catnipp because angeldust dared him to and husk went WILD. Like everyone was laughing nd half th hotel was filled with cat scratchs while husk followed Sr.Pentious who was escaping with the catnip in hand from him kind of wild.

He wants hugs and he won't admitt it.

Used to be a bit to proud as an overlord which is also half the reason why he lost to alastor.

Fucker cries a lot and won't admitt it because he already stablished to everyone that "I don' give a shit about anything and fuck y'all" and now he just can't.

He falls asleep a lot during work because he is drunk.

He owns a phone but uses it like a grandma, he puts on the glasses to read and everything

He once had a very bad night and got EXTREMELY DRUNK and ended up doing a karaoke with charlie and Sr Pentious.

Alastor would ocationaly take him to the Overlords meetings as his "body guard" and he would get extrembly embarrased because everyone recognised him and he knew they all thought of him as a failure for being an Overord who lost his own soul to Alastor and was now forced to obey him.

Thanks to loser,baby I think Husk may be a pet names man (affectionatelly both romantic and just with friends)

Husk reminds me a bit of "No surprises" by radiohead (i don't really know how to explain it but yeah)

I think his relationship with angel (romantically speaking) would be really gentle like, cuddles, hugs, little kisses, cause he wants to show that romantic relationships don't always need to have sex included (angel appretiates that)

I feel like they told each other their felling for the other but bth came to the conclution that maybe they are not in the best mental state to get into a relationship at the moment so they asked charlie and vaggie to help a bit.

I have more but this is getting a bit long so I'll make a part two!!!!!!!

(Have some photos of the silly 70 yr old grumpy cat-man)

#hazbin hotel husk #Husk headcanons #husker #Hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #vaggie #charlie morningstar #Sr.Pentious #He became my comfort character so quick damn #hazbin hotel headcanon #Huskerdust #Angelhusk #loser baby

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[19:32] | tbz kim sunwoo

» ​PAIRING: tbz kim sunwoo x pregnant fem reader​ » TROPE/AU​: uhhhh...i don't think there's a trope for this one 🤔 established relationship au! marriage au! » GENRE​: husband sunwoo, fluffy fluffy fluff fluff, slight angst, ​comforting sunwoo, loving sunwoo, patient sunwoo, hurt/comfort » WORD COUNT: ​1868 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): pregnancy, vomiting and sickness, insecurities

this was my first ever timestamp story! ahhhh the memories from re-reading this 😍

i didn't want to change it much (changed one sentence) but it's more proofread now 🤭 this gathered 183 notes (14 rbs, 169 likes) and even though it hurts that i can't see that evidence anymore, i'm glad it got that much love!! this is very overdue but thank you so much 🫶

navi/masterlist!!

You never knew that pregnancy would be this hard. 

Whenever you asked your mum about her pregnancy journey, she would always have a smile on her face, telling you all the exciting milestones; first positive test, telling other people the news, first ultrasound, first time there was a definite belly bump, first movement, buying items for you or your big brother and the list goes on.

Your mum didn’t leave out the other side of pregnancy though and in particular the sickness and depleted self-confidence due to the new changes in the body internally and externally. However, your mum only experienced a few episodes of morning sickness (compared to your grandma or her already mum friends) and you were nowhere like your mum.

“Please…” The tears in your eyes only accumulated over the past hour or so and the clock on the opposite side of the bathroom was becoming blurry. You could only murmur out whispers of pain and begs that this episode would pass by soon; and before Sunwoo would arrive home.

Kim Sunwoo has been the best husband ever. You thought that he was already perfect and loving but with all the new challenges and experiences in life, there was no way that you couldn’t fall for him even more day by day and the silver band around your ring finger is one of the evidences for that. 

Trudging to stand up from the kneeling position, the small whispers turned into louder cries by the second. The headache was killing you, your knees felt so cold and you could still taste the acidity of your stomach in your mouth. The flush button feels so out of reach unlike the first three times you pushed it and you eventually gave up for a bit to rest your forehead on the toilet seat, “God please…”

Still with all of these rough patches during your pregnancy, your blurry eyes could still see the purple shirt that covered your little pregnancy bump and with shaky hands, you soothed the little bean inside of you, “Can’t wait to meet you, baby. Your dad and I can’t wait to finally hold you in our arms.”

As if your child is listening, a little kick could be felt as if acknowledging their mother’s loving words. You could only sob while chuckling, still softly rubbing your stomach and whispering sweet nothings to your stomach. 

In the back of your mind, you are still very aware of the time. Sunwoo was supposed to arrive home around an hour ago yet he’s still not home. You were about to call him to check up on him but your episode started and your phone is way too far for you to even comprehend walking to the other side of the apartment. Sunwoo has been so busy for the whole time of your pregnancy with work as well as taking care of you. 

Waking up at a random time at three? He’s there to walk you to the bathroom

Sudden craving as soon as you wake up? Count on him to drive there and back as soon as possible.

Needing hugs and comfort? He’s running and never letting you go.

This was not how you wanted to greet him after a long week of work, especially when it was his first week of getting promoted. You just don’t ever want to worry him but you conflictingly accepted that pregnancy is not necessarily a one-person job and Sunwoo made you realise how important it is to always reach out to him whenever you need him. Still, you try to do everything yourself first.

Needless to say, you love this man with your whole being and you can’t wait for your child to meet the best dad in the whole wide world.

You freaked out at the familiar sound of the door unlocking, creaking open and the bright call for your name. With all the strength that you have accumulated over this short amount of time, you find the drive to stand up, put the toilet lid down and flush your evidence of pain down the drain. 

But throughout your pregnancy, Sunwoo is always so alert whenever he hears the toilet flushing that he practically runs to the bathroom to see you struggling to take even a step further away from the toilet, holding your body by pushing down your palm onto the edge of the sink next to you, “Baby?” At the sight of your dried tears, red eyes, dishevelled hair and shaking body, Sunwoo rushes over to you, imagining the war that you probably had alone, “Sit down here.” He pointed and directed you to the toilet seat.

You couldn’t help but cry again when you felt Sunwoo’s arm wrapping around your waist, setting you down on the toilet carefully. He kneels before you, lifting his head to scan your face for any additional discomfort, “I’m sorry.” Sobbing louder and louder when you catch a glimpse of his worried glance and creasing forehead, “I wanted to greet you nicely today. I even made you some snacks and such in the kitchen but you have to see me all ugly like th---”

“Hey, hey. Just stop, okay?” Sunwoo hushes your words when you begin to downgrade yourself, “Don’t say those things. You’re beautiful, bubs.” He tries to steal a kiss from your lips but you shake your head and push your face backwards, “Hey…”

“No, don’t kiss me. I'm disgusting right now.” You managed to say between your sobs. You couldn’t face your husband anymore in shame that you couldn’t take care of yourself for the whole week. Everything seemed to have the worst timing. You just wanted to make sure you could at least be there for Sunwoo when he opened the front door as he got through his first week of promotion yet not even halfway through the week, it was obvious that Sunwoo has done more reassuring than getting reassurance, “Don’t leave me…” 

Your heartbreaking tone made Sunwoo's heartbreak, “I promise I won’t.” He whispers with a sad smile. He’s heard this a couple of times recently but he promised himself and to you that he will always remind you that he’ll always be by your side, just like he promised a year ago on your wedding day, “Bubs, I’m right here for you. You can lean on me okay?” You clenched your fist at the understanding words, though you still felt so frustrated with yourself. Sensing this, Sunwoo rests both his hands on yours, moving his thumb over your palm to hopefully soothe your nerves, “I…should have called you. I’m sorry I’m late today.”

“Don’t be…” You shake your head, and finally meet your husband’s eyes who looks to be relaxed even though he’s also nervous inside, “Was everything okay today?”

“It was more than alright.” Sunwoo bites his bottom lip, crushing himself out internally to not rush home even faster when he left work today. He tried to hide his thoughts but his hands on top of you betrayed him.

“Sunwoo…what’s wrong?” 

“It’s just that---” Sunwoo sighs out exasperatedly at his past actions, taking one hand away to sweep his hair backwards, “I just should have come home earlier. I finished work early today but I decided to go to the shops for a while.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” You reassured him for the first time in the whole week (that’s what you felt at least), bringing your hands to cup his face gently, “Did you get whatever it was that you wanted?”

“I…” Sunwoo shook his head, closing his eyes frustratingly, “I did but I would have come home earlier if I knew you were like this.” Suddenly, he took out his phone from his pocket, scanning the call log history and not once a single missed call came from you, “Where’s your phone by the way? Why didn’t you call me with your watch?”

“Phone is in the kitchen. And my watch…” You answered guiltily. You had a feeling where this conversation would go as it did many times in the past. 

There were too many occurrences before this one when Sunwoo would come home with you in this state, sometimes better than this, unfortunately, more times worse than this. When Sunwoo realised that this wasn’t going to be an easy thing to predict and prepare, he got you a smartwatch that allows you to call him. 

Never once had you used it.

How could you when you felt like the worst person ever to be burdening him with this? You should be able to do this alone. All the mothers on the internet did. All those single mothers probably did this all alone too. So you should be able to do this too?

“We talked about this.” Sunwoo said sternly, his eyebrows furrowed. He puts both of your hands away from his face to your lap, tapping on your watch on your wrist and calling his phone to make sure the dial still works. Sure enough, his own phone rings along with your saved name on his phone and his personalised ringtone for his wife, “Bubs…”

You shook your head, “I-I just can’t…not when you’re so busy with work and feeling tired.”

“Bubs.” Sunwoo’s voice shook and before saying anything else, he rested his forehead on your hands, taking deep breaths as he calmed himself down, “In sickness and in health right?” He continued his words as he looked back up with a tear rolling down his face. You whimper at the sight, your heart swelling as you can feel the love that he holds for you in his eyes.

“I-I know but sti---”

“Pregnancy is not supposed to be tackled alone like this.” Sunwoo shook his head, pressing a kiss with his plump lips on your forehead, “Someone is supposed to support you, hold you, and make sure you and the baby are safe and sound. I can’t be that someone if you don’t tell me, you know?” He reminded you once again, being the utmost patient with you as you wrap your arms around his neck and he holds the sides of your waist.

“Sunwoo…”

“Call me next time, please? You’re not a burden. Not to me. Never to me.” Sunwoo cups the side of your face with his palm and with a genuine smile that finally reaches his eyes, Sunwoo leans down to give you a soft peck on the lips despite your pout and complains after, “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

It was such a simple statement from your husband yet you felt your whole body relax at the genuine reassurance from the one person that you love the most in this world. Even though your eyes were still leaving tears down your face, Sunwoo looked at you with the most heartwarming gaze in the whole world, smiling with that box smile of his when you finally managed to let out a small smile, “I love you so much, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Now.” Sunwoo leans away to stand up slowly before kneeling back down again but this time with his back facing you, “Hop on! I bet you’ll be happy with what I got you.”

navi/masterlist!!

tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️

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[rafedaddy01]

i have an idea omg like dark¡ rafe has an unrequited love for reader since he was a kid and that love grows more and more obssessive and one day he gets tired of the constant pain of rejection and he goes INSANE (i mean more than he already is lol). he's utterly obsessed and everyone notices that, like reader never liked him back and still he would always act possessive towards her, getting into fights with guys, always refering to her as his "wife" and always telling everyone she was HIS, showing up at her house, giving TOO MANY gifts and being a total psycho in general

Summary: Rafe is utterly obsessed with reader and will do anything to win her over.

Warnings: Rafe is a psycho. Rafe beats someone up. Mentions of blood.

Notes: I hope this is psychotic enough for you

Not proof read - forgive any grammatical errors

“Y/n please! Why won’t you just give me a chance!” He was yelling at this point, drawing the attention of the party goers.

“Rafe calm down” she said in a quiet but stern voice.

“Y/n, please!” Rafe was on his knees at this point, tears in his eyes.

“You’re pathetic” she said as she rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving him on his knees for her.

At this point Rafe was fed up with the constant rejection. Something snapped inside him and he stood with a fire in his eyes.

He pushed past the crowd and exited the house, heading to his car.

He paced around the driveway for a while, gripping and tugging his hair before turning and slamming his fist into the car window. It shattered on impact and shards of glass spilt his skin as the blood trickled down his wrist. He didn’t care, this pain was nothing compared to the one of him losing his girl.

She wasn’t really his but he wouldn’t quit.

He cursed under his breath as he angrily got inside the car and drove home.

-

The next day he hung around the country club hoping to see her.

With luck she walked in, her arm around another guy.

Rafe saw red as he downed his glass of whiskey and walked up to the couple.

“Rafe what-“ she didn’t have time to finish her sentence as Rafe grabbed the fellow and pushed him up against the railing, he held him there and laid punch after punch.

“Rafe stop! You’re gonna kill him, please stop!” She cried behind him but he was too caught up with images of where the guys hands held her waist.

He eventually pulled away and pushed the guy into the railing and watched as the guy slid to the ground, covered in his own blood and snot, his eyes swollen shut and evident bruises forming.

He turned around to y/n and his features softened at her sobs.

“I’m sorry I scared you baby, I just couldn’t let someone else touch what’s mine” he reached out for her and she pulled back.

“I’m not yours Rafe! And I never will be, your psychotic. Get the fuck away from me” she screamed before running out of the club.

He debated about following her but he knew she just needed time to come to terms with things.

He’d check up on her tomorrow.

-

He stood nervously outside y/n’s house with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box. Inside the box was a beautiful Diamond necklace, one that he knew would decorate her perfect neck beautifully.

He rung the doorbell and his heart rate picked up as he heard her footsteps.

He heard her laugh before she swung the door open and her laugh dissipated at the sight of him.

“What are you doing here Rafe?” She shielded herself with the door but Rafe pushed himself inside.

“These are for you” he said wiggling the flowers in front of her face.

“And this” he said opening the box with the necklace.

Her eyes widened and he smiled at her expression, she was so beautiful it physically hurt him.

He leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek but she pulled away and reopened the front door.

“Get out.” She said sternly.

“What?” Rafe asked confused.

“Rafe, get the fuck out”

She took a deep sigh.

“I don’t know how many times to tell you. But I will tell you once more. Get this through your thick, psychotic, fucked up head. I am not yours nor will I ever be. I don’t like you and this obsession you have with me is honestly nauseating. Leave, please” she sounded so pained and exhausted.

Rafe didn’t want to leave, but he found himself exiting the house anyway.

“And take those gifts with you, I don’t want them” she shut the door in his face and that was it.

Rafe straightened himself out. She just needed time, she’d come around he thought.

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[renecdote]

I and love and you

Set post In Another Life so y'know. Spoilers ahead.

[Read on AO3]

The first SOS text comes two days after Buck is released from the hospital: help they’re driving me crazy. Eddie squints at it, waiting for more, and when it doesn’t come, he skips replying and hits call.

“Hey,” Buck answers, and he’s trying so hard to sound upbeat, but Eddie knows him well enough to hear the cracks.

“Hey,” he echoes, and it comes out softer than he means it to. “Your parents?”

The snick of a door closing—the balcony, Eddie guesses—and the scrape of a chair before Buck says, “Ugh. My parents.”

Eddie pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, then pulls out his own chair, making himself comfortable at the kitchen table while they talk.

“It was nice,” Buck adds, before Eddie can prompt him. “At first, I mean. They were… concerned, I guess. I mean, I know they were.”

Eddie hums. He thinks this is the part where he’s supposed to say, “of course they were concerned, they’re your parents,” but he doesn’t. They both know he wouldn’t really mean it.

“Buying me a couch is one thing,” Buck goes on, and Eddie gets halfway to wait, what— but he’s already moving on. “But I woke up this morning and mom was rearranging my closet? She said she wanted the clothes to be easier for me to reach, but it’s a closet, Eddie, isn’t the whole point that the clothes are already in reach?”

It’s too easy to picture Buck when he has just woken up, bleary eyed and fluffy haired, squinting against the morning sunlight because he always forgets to close the blinds. Probably pillow creases on his face too, whatever hoodie he wore to bed twisted up around him, one sock lost somewhere down the end of the bed. That little scrunch between his eyebrows that Eddie used to imagine reaching across the pillow to smooth away in those long months of quarantine. That he still imagines smoothing away some mornings, when he gets up and finds Buck still asleep on the couch because he didn’t want to drive home the night before.

“Rearranging your closet does seem a little overkill,” he agrees, probably a beat too late.

“It’s not just that,” Buck complains. “It’s everything. My meds, the food I eat—even when I got up to go to the bathroom earlier, they both tried to help me, like I can’t walk across my own apartment without collapsing or something.”

It’s too easy to picture that too: Buck collapsing. Buck not breathing. Buck’s heart not beating. Eddie swallows, then swallows again, holding his coffee mug tight against a rush of cold that makes him shiver.

“Why don’t I come pick you up?” he offers, and he doesn’t care if it’s selfish. “I’m sure Chris would love to see you when he gets home from school.”

There’s a smile breaking through the tiredness in Buck’s voice when he asks, “Just Chris?”

They used to joke like this. Eddie knows what his line is supposed to be, knows how he’s supposed to carry the joke, but that was before. Before Buck got struck by lightning, before his heart stopped beating, before Eddie cried over his hospital bed while Chris begged him to wake up.

“I’d love to see you too,” he says, and it feels like too much truth and not enough at the same time. It’s I and love and you, but they’re not fit together the way he wants them to be. The way he means them but can’t bring himself to say.

He wonders if Buck hears it anyway, with the way his voice catches before he replies, “I’d love to see you too.”

They stood on top of the fire engine together once, braced against wind and speed as they tried to catch a man hanging from a plane. Eddie still remembers the way the adrenaline tasted, the way they grinned at each other, the way he knew that Buck would catch him if he fell. He could fall now, he thinks, and Buck would catch him. Buck will always catch him.

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either. They still have time.

Eddie stands and pours his mostly untouched coffee down the sink.

“I can be there in twenty,” he says. “You can tell your parents you’ve got a better offer for the afternoon.”

Buck laughs, then groans. “Ouch. Don’t make me laugh.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m funny,” Eddie answers, and it’s easier this time, to joke the way they always have. To hear Buck breathing on the other end of the line and take his own breath to match.

“I never said you were funny,” Buck protests, but he’s still smiling. Grinning, probably.

Eddie takes a second to close his eyes and picture it—Buck grinning, Buck breathing, Buck alive—then he grabs his keys and heads for the door.

He doesn’t hang up.

Buck doesn’t hang up either, even when he gets too tired to talk.

For the twenty minutes across town, Eddie listens to the sound of his best friend breathing, and the muted sounds of LA traffic in the background, and something else. Something that might be the sound of the wind whistling four stories up, or might be nothing at all.

“I’m here,” he says when he is pulling into a parking spot.

And Buck says, “okay, see you in a minute,” but he still doesn’t hang up the phone until Eddie is knocking on the apartment door. He’s pretty sure that doesn’t mean nothing. He’s pretty sure that, if he asked, it might mean everything.

(I and love and you, fit together in all the ways he wants them to be.)

But not today. Probably not tomorrow either.

They still have time.

#Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #911 Fox #911 Spoilers #fic

[demieyesore]

I have a request! Today my mom found out she was pregnant with her 5th child. We can afford another child in the house and she scared how her husband (who’s very toxic) will react. I’m also scared for our future, the baby and my mom. So can you write for Mattheo riddle x reader. The readers mom send her an owl at breakfast with a positive test picture attached to the letter. And the letter was saying how she’s pregnant and she doesn’t know what to do and they can’t afford the baby and that Reader is the only one who knows. And Reader gets upset because she scared for her mom and baby sibling so she locks herself in her dorm and locks the door while she walks around, cries and lays on her bed (also while crying) and having a breakdown and she doesn’t eat or drink anything because she too anxious for her family and the future for them and Mattheo (her bf) Notices and goes to her dorm and unlocks her room and comforts her while she lays on his shoulder crying and panicking while he sits with her on his lap rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back and just listening. And she ends up falling asleep cuddling into Mattheo

Another addition to the family - Mattheo Riddle

Summary - Y/n is sent into a panic attack after receiving a letter from her mother that she is yet again pregnant.

Mentions / Warnings - Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, Draco lowkey being a brat, mentions of toxic family and abuse!!!

A/n - First off I am so sorry that you’re in that kind of situation <3 I truly hope that everything gets better for you and your family :( I unfortunately know what it’s like to be in an abusive home

Requested - Yes

POV - 3rd

Word Count - 626 (I apologize if this is too short but I just woke up and am still tired 🥲)

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You’re currently sitting in the grand hall eating breakfast with your friends when the mail finally arrives. The slytherin girl drops her fork onto her plate when a letter drops down in front of her.

Her hands quickly reach out and pluck up the envelope, tearing it open curious as to what it could be. Draco Malfoy had also received something in the mail and was making a fuss over something his father said.

Thankfully everyone at the table was paying attention to him as she read the letter. The letter was in depth about how her mother is pregnant again. There was even a picture of two positive pregnancy tests attached to the card.

She began to get tense as she read on, her Mom can’t afford to take care of another child. Especially when she already has quite a few others. And then comes the problem of her Father.

He was abusive and toxic. And you already knew how your father was.

She was scared for her family. For the life of her newest sibling and all the others. And most importantly for her Mom’s safety.

She stood up abruptly which Draco noticed.

“Leaving are we? I was just getting to the good part!” Malfoy rolls his eyes in a complaint. Y/n brushed it off and swiftly walked out of the room. Trying to hide the tears that are currently swelling up.

As she was out of sight, she began to hyperventilate and run towards her dorm. She could hear footsteps behind her but didn’t bother to turn around and check who.

Once at her door, she threw it open and let herself in. The tears that were once withheld finally fell. The tears staining her cheeks and the floor as they dropped. For a moment she paced around her room before getting into her bed. Her cries filled the room as hysteria consumed her. She was beginning to spiral when her door unlocked and opened.

She looked up with blurry vision, too much water in her view as she heard her boyfriend’s voice.

“What’s wrong Darling?” His eyebrows were knitted with concern as he neared the bed. He grabbed your hands as he sat down in front of you.

“I- she- my mom is- she’s-“ Y/n was tumbling over her words to find the right thing to say.

“Hey- hey. Calm down…” He pulls you out of the spiral but you can’t stop the worrying.

Instead of talking you just lean forward and into him. He immediately wraps his arms around you. And the tears are sinking into the clothing over his shoulder.

Y/n moves closer to him, now straddling his lap as the curly haired boy rubs a comforting hand on her back. Her breathing slowly begins to stabilize. She can finally breathe enough to talk about the pain.

And that’s just what she did. She ranted about how worried she is for her family and how much she hates her father for what he’s doing. And Mattheo just listened. Comforting her with nothing but his actions and ears.

She felt tired as her rant came to a close. She was too tired to continue to worry, especially when she was in the arms of her loving boyfriend.

Her eyes fell shut and after a couple minutes she was fully asleep. Mattheo let her stay like that, he even tightened his grip on her. Wanting to make sure that even in her sleep she knew that she was safe.

Over the next couple of days Y/n hadn’t eaten or hydrated enough. Mattheo took notice and made sure to come over after classes with food and large amounts of water.

If you couldn’t take care of yourself, he would.

#slytherin boys #harry potter #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader

[jesssssssssica]

slipping through my fingers j.b

(a/n: it's not taylor sorry guys!!!!! hopefully it's still good anyway!!!)

today was an emotional day, nellie was turning three. as soon as i woke up, i could feel the tense atmosphere. i reached to judes side of the bed and patted it, to find nothing but a warm mattress, signalling that he had not long gotten up.

i knew jude would be feeling scared for today, his little girl now being an official threenager. he always got emotional about nellie and her life achievements and maybe that's due to missing the birth and having to see her for the first time via facetime, either way big milestones always made him sad.

i walk past all the rooms upstairs, peeking my head in just in case he's in it but i'm sure he's in our three year olds bedroom. and i'm right, he's hovering over her as she sleeps, his fingers brushing her cheeks, whispering words that from where i'm stood i can't make out.

i walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, putting my face on his back.

"jude," my voice says softly "what are you doing out of bed so early?"

he turns his head slightly to look at me but it's short lived as he quickly turns back to nellie.

"she's three"

that's all he says yet i understand what he means by that. he means that times gone by so quickly. he means that he feels that soon he'll lose her and while she's still only young, he now only comes to grasps how quickly time goes.

even i can admit how fast time flies.

i go to leave the room but his words stop me from leaving.

"she's slipping through my fingers and i'm struggling to keep up to date with everything she's doing or i try to at least because when i think i know what her little mind is up to, she's already changed and grown"

by the time he's done with his words, i'm close to tears, now actually getting a glimpse into what's going on in judes mind.

i turn him around and look into his eyes. they look painful and i give him a kiss, hoping that would brighten his spirits just he littlest amount.

we then lull her out of her sleep and take her downstairs so she can enjoy her birthday breakfast. she's laughing and giggling the whole morning as we present her gift after gift, as this happens jude quickly comes out of his melancholy mood, smiling with his little girl.

my perfect family.

this makes me question what happened to the late nights where we constantly woke up to nellie and her cries? it was hard work but it was all worth it in the end, even making me and jude stronger as the days progressed. i also wonder where the time went, and how we didn't manage to do everything we planned to do whilst she was still young.

only now do i understand jude truly.

how many pictures am i going to have to take for me to remember it all and to capture every minute? it's not like we can read her mind because every time we think we've got it she's already different.

she's just slipping through our fingers and i just wish i could freeze the moment and have her be small and in my arms forever. but i can't.

#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #abba #slipping through my fingers

[lizaluvsthis]

Hear me out. Dont shut me pls-

A song called Diamonds by Rihanna

That shows three and four's life along the way

(Ever since memewarps then to wotfi and then transitioning that part where three holds four up to where SMG3 has that photo from his phone and switching it to igbp.

After those moments about forced hand holding, the diary, wotfi 2023, other stuff- the whole crew including three has met PuzzleVision

So like- heres the thing. After every other crew whose been badly beaten up- the only way to make puzzlevision disappear is using a power that is strong enough to be permanently erasing any other shit when ya activate it.

And um- I'm putting up a quick fluff and all half of angsts in here.)

When puzlevision is caught on place- he instantly grabs three's foot to also include him down on with the void.

Four doesn't lose grip on three, but after a second. Three pushes him away. With a final words of goodbye.

"You'll always be part of me..."

Four couldnt hold it- did three just did that to save everyone?

This erasure could permanently remove the memories and mostly the existance or that history of the person or an object you just knew. And there wont be any other way or wont ever be turnin back.

And ever since three knew four is a journey and everything to him- he felt it to himself that

'i dont deserve him and he doesnt deserve me.'

'He'll live on the happiest life without me...'

'Dont turn back on me ever.'

'I'll always be the bad guy that you see'

Then the whole thing after it hits puzzlevision and three out- the whole memories about three being with him disappears.

Taking back where four introduced himself to three, three disappears replacing random students who felt entertained by his company.

Or when Four checks up on three after graduation on memewarps, where three originally left without any other words. Then turning to a memory where people gradually cheers on Smg4 with him not getting worried about anything.

A part where Three met four to steal his video, three disappears but replacing it to a random meme character whove been wanting to steal his videos.

That wotfi 2020? Nah. That doesnt exist. They live in peace.

Igbp? Nope. Theres just him with mario and the whole crew still having the peachs castle workin

Wotfi 2023? (Does exist right after mario steals four's NOTEBOOK. And he goes with it alone) marty doesnt exist here. Mario just wanted to SEE :)) (shocking he knows how to read- AHHH)

With three's exsistance not existing at all- Four would be all alone. But even tho he's been in the top mow and everything- He never felt so- this alone.

This dude felt like something is missing... something that inside of him feels empty- he felt like he couldnt experience much as fun and happiness could be without one thing- (cosmically linked- but the string is cut and is unbeyond to prepare after losing a partner.)

Just a certain feeling still males him wonder still.

(If ya wonder how zero would have appeared- he doesnt.)

Three smiled at four while he disappears pixel by pixel, as four cries at his partner. Memories with three slowly disappears with the flashes on his eyes.

"NO. STOP! I- I DONT WANT TO FORGET YOU! I..."

"PLEASE DONT- STOP!"

"SMG..." four wanted to cry, pour his heart out because of this.

With fast blinks, he opened his eyes back again with a clueless look. "Why was I crying? Bah- oh well-"

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-

-

"If we already have SMG1 and SMG2 and I'm the fourth- then... who's the third...???"

[DONT PUT ME TO JAIL-]

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #memory in line- AU

[rejectedartist]

Do you have anymore married saimota headcanons? I can’t get enough

OH BOY DO I?? DO I??? HELL YEAH I DO

When Kaito misses Shuichi while he's at work, he'd pretend that Shuichi forgot his lunch at home to come see him

Shuichi doesn't mind of course and let's Kaito eat with him (since now he has two lunches and can't eat them all)

Kaito had Shuichi's home office renovated during their honeymoon to have a mini library and other things to be changed to what Shuichi would love, Shuichi almost cried tears of joy when they came back home

Shuichi pretended to not want a dog and Kaito, though sad, respected it. Shuichi got three little puppies and surprised Kaito with them the next week.

Kaito would regularly brag about his amazing husband at work (to the point that his co-workers questioned if Shuichi was real/hj)

Their computer/laptop wallpapers are pictures of the other on date nights or when they considered the other breathtaking

The wedding was held during the evening/night so they could get married under the stars

Kaito would wake up way earlier than Shuichi at 5 am to do a nice morning workout, much to Shuichi's dismay he gets dragged into having an early morning jog almost everyday

Kaito makes way too many dad jokes and puns on a daily basis, Shuichi's the only one who finds them funny

Shuichi snorts when he laughs too hard, so Kaito would do everything in his power to make him laugh

Shuichi still gets flustered whenever Kaito's being affectionate with him in public (hand holding, lil kisses, etc.) and Kaito thinks it's adorable

Sometimes Kaito accidentally calls Shuichi his sidekick since he was so used to it

He would then get flustered when Shuichi corrects him and says that he's his husband now

Every once and a while they call each other "dork" or "nerd" in an affectionate way

Kaito claims the best wedding anniversary gift Shuichi ever got him was a lego Star Wars set

Said set is displayed proudly in his home office and he loves looking at it every once and a while

On the other hand, Shuichi claims the best wedding anniversary gift Kaito ever got him was a "book bouquet" with all the books that was on his reading list

Kaito compares Shuichi to a curious black cat, Shuichi compares him to an over excited golden retriever

Kaito has so many pet names for Shuichi

Some include: Honey, babe, starlight, my moon, etc.

One of Shuichi's favorite pet names for Kaito is darling

Kaito constantly jokes about the time when he first confessed his feelings to Shuichi, Shuichi being so shocked and flustered accidentally thanked him instead of saying he liked him back

"Kaito, love, please just let it go" "Not until the day I die! It's still funny"

Whenever Kaito's drunk, some variation of this would happen:

"Woahhh, you're pretty, could I have your number?"

"We're already married, hun."

"Wait really?! Oh my god my husband is beautiful"

Shuichi got way too used to cuddling with Kaito while they slept, so everytime Kaito goes to space, he's always sleep deprived

Kaito would always try to convince Shuichi to let one of the dogs to sleep in the bed with them

Shuichi argues that the last time the dog slept in the bed he was pushed off and Kaito didn't notice until he woke up in the morning and Shuichi was grumpy and laying on the floor

Kaito learnt how to do a massage so he can help Shuichi relieve some stress after a bad day

When they had a bad fight (which is rarely), they both go to Maki

She is annoyed as hell but figured it'd be easier to get these two idiots to forgive each other if she knew both sides

She was also the maid of honor at the wedding

#saimota #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kaito x shuichi #shuichi x kaito #headcanons

[texas-writes]

Leon S Kennedy being a dad

My brain is literally rotting and dripping out my ears wtf… i need him

Anyways-

HE IS A GIRL DAD

Leon knew that trying for a baby would probably, y’know, result in a baby, but he was still horribly nervous when he found out he was going to be a dad. He acted cool about it but his nail-beds told a different story.

Even though you’ve told him he needs the rest more than you do because of his job, but he insists on getting up whenever the baby cries in the night. He usually wakes up the next morning sitting on the couch, holding the baby while she sleeps.

Nearly shits himself when he finds out baby #2 is on the way. He’s relaxes so much when he finally gets to hold her for the first time though. He was really just worried about something happening to either of you while you were pregnant.

Whenever he has to go on missions, he feels bad leaving you with two kids under two, but alas, duty called. Always made sure to make up for lost time as soon as he got home.

He’s personally offended when their first word isn’t “papa”. (They were ‘cat’ and ‘now’ respectively)

He lets them dress him up like a Princess for tea parties and shit

He’s also really big on taking family trips, even if it’s something simple like having a picnic at a park

He’s always enjoyed spending time with his girls, but once they gain an attention span (and stop trying to run off) he enjoys taking them to museums and stuff, just wanting to teach them about the world around them.

He’s proud to say that both of his kids go off to school already knowing how to read.

Leon’s always willing to help them with their homework. (even if it is just addition and he’s digging his nails into his hand with frustration)

When they get older he tries so hard to comprehend their interests (what in tarnation was a Frankie Stein?)

Scooby Doo becomes the common ground (it was his favorite show growing up)

Is definitely like the hoahh, yes yes yes yes hoahh vine (PLEASE know what I’m talking about)

He’s literally terrified of/ for them when they become teenagers, forgetting every emotional interaction he’s ever had, but he’s always there for them (fighting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ when Darren the skater breaks her heart)

Never goes to bed until they’re home from wherever they were.

First time one of them stays out past curfew, he’s not angry, he understands that young people are like that sometimes, but he squeezes them to him and makes sure they’re okay before sending them off to bed with a finger wagging and a ‘just call next time, okay’

Gives advice/ answers questions in the most terrifying, convoluted way.

“Listen, you’ll know you have the right one if it sounds like a bone snapping when you break it up.”

“Dad I just asked if the kindling was the right size…”

After they’re both done with the weird emotional stage he’s really cool with them. After they leave for college they’ll come over to visit mom and ‘hang out’ with dad.

He understands them a lot better now that they have more common interests. (He’s now very familiar with monster high lore, and his girls understand the importance of watching the neighborhood from a lawn chair in the garage)

#leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil au #girl dad leon #dad!leon #slay #fluff #texas thinks #fanfic

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member has an allergy attack

A/N: So, I actually got an ask on Tumblr and this is how I got here :)

The request: Hi!! Could you do like 10th member being sick and clingy baby and not wanting to take her medicine? If you could write as Jihyo being the principal Caretaker I would love it! ❤️

Love you writings!!!

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post!  I hope whoever requested doesn't mind that I changed the request a little just so it wouldn't repeat something I already posted, but the vibe is the same as in being sick so yeah- xx

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When she woke up with a runny and stuffy nose, itchy eyes and a headache she knew what was coming. Y/N has been suffering from allergies since she was a kid and an allergy attack wasn't uncommon, actually, it's pretty much her daily life.  The point is, what triggered her allergy this time? Opening her eyes while scratching them, 'cause they're super itchy, she looked around and her answer was right on her face, she didn't clean her room for some time and it got dusty. This, is the cause of her death, jk. (Unless...) 

Y/N - Why didn't I clean my room before this happened? UGH *sneeze*

Jihyo - Baby? I heard you complaining about something so I came here asap to see what's wrong with you.

Y/N - Omma Jihyooo, I need love!

Jihyo - Don't play around Y/N L/N... What happened sweetheart? (the mood changes as she sees her state -miserable-) 

Y/N - I've allergic rhinitis so I've got an allergic attack because of my room :(

Jihyo - What's triggering you hon?

Y/N - Mostly the drapes, they're so dusty...

Jihyo - I'll take them off and put them on the washing machine, while I'm at it go take a hot bath so you do some misting with the steam. And no, you don't have an option, go. Now.

Y/N - Okay, okayyy, but are you gonna cuddle me after Mom?

Jihyo - Stop with that 

Y/N - Don't act as if you don't like it, mama

Jihyo - Fine, just 'cause you're my cute child 

Y/N entered the group when she was really young so this isn't an odd occurrence in the dorm. Being away from her parents she needed some support and as a leader, Jihyo promised she'd care for Y/N as her own (spoiler though not really: she did, reeeeeally well)

While Jihyo put the drapes on the washing machine, Y/N stayed sitting on the bed waiting for her to come back, even if most of the time her personality was like Tzuyu's she could beat Sana on clinginess while sick, you can only dream of counting how many times she cried over not going to a schedule for being under the weather and not having anyone to hug and hold onto. After sneezing 15 more times after Jihyo left (Yes, she counted. Being bored does that to people), her mom came back to the room and glared at her as soon as she saw that she remained lying down. 

Jihyo - What are you still doing here? *raises eyebrow*  

Y/N - You left me, obviously I'm waiting for you silly :)

Jihyo - Why? *sighs*

Y/N - I missed you! You're there for so long 

The second Y/N finishes the sentence Jihyo lets out a motherly smile and goes to hug her baby. Even after some long minutes, Y/N doesn't seem to want to let go but Jihyo has to give her a bath and get some medicine on her, even if she knows the struggle this is gonna be. Y/N hates taking medicine, she's so stubborn that Momo had to hold her down the last time she was sick so Mina could put the medicine in Y/N's mouth. 

Jihyo - Let me go a little cuddle bug

Y/N - Nooo, you're so comfy omma

Jihyo - We've to get to the bathroom so you can take a bath so this runny nose becomes a little bit better

Y/N - Can you carry me? I'm so tired from all the sneezes, they're making my headache worse

Jihyo - Fine, up we go

They get out of the SMC bedroom with Jihyo carrying Y/N like a baby with her legs around her waist and head resting on her shoulder. As they get to the bathroom, Jihyo tries to take Y/N off of her so she can get the bath ready, followed by a thousand whines and complaints about how she shouldn't do that and how she didn't love Y/N if she let go lol

Jihyo expected this from the maknae but it doesn't make it any easier, with some persuasion she managed to leave Y/N seating on the toilet and finally turned the tap on with some hot water so it could create some steam. Picking Y/N up and putting her in the bathtub was hard, she didn't wanna let go so Jihyo had to get in with her, some skin-to-skin never hurt anyone (Y/N is a sucker for it when she's feeling icky). With Jihyo behind and Y/N laying on her chest she washed her hair and cleaned just her back for comfort, Y/N assured her she could clean herself well so this was just to shower her with the care and love that she needed. She knew the absence of the members was affecting their maknae for going to Switzerland without them, the rest of the SMC finished school but she didn't so she had to stay behind to attend classes (which sucked, she complained sm JYP considered asking the head of the school for some leave so she could travel, but 3mix -the moms- didn't allow it to happen 'cause studies should come first even if she's an idol) and Jihyo stayed with her 'cause who are we kidding, it's her child we're talking about. 

Y/N - Unnie, my head is hurting a lot...

Jihyo - Your eyes are red too, stop scratching them! When you take your medicines everything will be okay love bug

Y/N - I don't wanna. And it tastes horrible!

Jihyo - Don't be like that, or I'm gonna need to call the manager for help.

Y/N - Noooo, omma! Why?

Jihyo - Nothing of that. Let's finish the bath and you're gonna take your medicines.

Just like a petty kid, Y/N turns around and crosses her arms while sulking. Jihyo gets out of the bathtub and grabs Y/N by the arms and sits her down on the toilet again so she can dry herself first and change clothes before doing the same for her spoiled youngest. After finishing she tries to get Y/N to walk by herself to bed while she gets the medicine and some soup with no success. After some scolding -out of love ofc- she carried Y/N bridal style to bed and quickly got the medicine.

Jihyo - It's meant to make you sleepy love, it's grape your favourite! 

Y/N - It's not my favourite! I hate medicine, I don't want it unnie :(

Jihyo - That's your problem cutie pie, take it now or I'm gonna have to force it down your throat 

Y/N - Dang- fineeeee

A little later, Y/N started feeling sleepy and made grabby hands to Jihyo who happily climbed on the bed and leaned down on the headboard so Y/N could lay between her legs with her ear to her chest. Listening to her unnies quiet and calm heartbeat made her feel safe and loved, and remembering how her sisters care for her always made her heart warm. With the peace she always gets in the presence of her members she fell asleep. 

Jihyo - You see? It wasn't that hard to drink it, was it? 

Jihyo - Y/N...?

Looking down, she noticed that the younger girl was sleeping with her mouth open snoring quietly. For her, Y/N looked adorable, her adorable maknae. After updating the members on the situation they all sent messages and did a video call with the baby before she slept, the girls could only think one thing:

We love our dear maknae. 

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

#twice fluff #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice 10th member #twice added member #twice x y/n #kpop imagines #kpop gg #nayeon #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #momo #momo x reader #sana #sana x reader #jihyo #jihyo x reader #mina #mina x reader #dahyun #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader

[borahaerhy]

D-Day is an absolute masterpiece; let's discuss.

Obscenely long description of each of the songs under the cut

TL;DR: I'm an emotional wreck and this is the best album I've ever heard for so many reasons.

Haegeum??? That MV??? Never wanted to quit my job and start a gang that bullied the rich and steals their money more in my life (and trust me, that's something I've wanted to do since I was like 13). Yoongi is the only rich man I'd ever let lecture me about capitalism. He can do it all day every day. This is a fucked system, but thank you for turning me on while lecturing me about it and murdering people with some dirty chopsticks 🥴

D-Day is absolutely sick, 100% exactly what I'd expect from him. How a song can go so hard and still be so poetic to me is just insane. The beat is SICKENING. The chorus? CATCHY. 10/10 song, perfect opener to the album and set's the tone for the rest that's coming in an amazing way.

HUH?! killed me. We open the song with "what the shit do you know about me" and bro? Nothing, ion know shit about fuck, but you got me all the way fucked up with that attitude. Hoseok?? THE "HUH"S EVERYWHERE?? dead. deceased. The beat? Would literally sell my soul to be able to be in the studio when that man makes anything. I went to school to be an audio engineer, I've seen the way people put music together and create these catchy ass beats and have even made a few of my own, but FUCK BRO THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN THIS MAN IN THE STUDIO.

^^That goes for every song, not just Huh, but I just thought that it was important for EVERYONE to know that I'd sacrifice my firstborn child just to watch this man work.

AMYGDALA had me in tears. I was literally sobbing reading the lyrics. There are no words I can say that will accurately express how I feel about this song. This song has been out for less than 24 hours and I already feel so close to it, I can't even begin to describe it. The way most of the instruments fall out in the pre-chorus just so they can all come back in the chorus for that intensity with him basically yelling the lyrics is just *chef's kiss*.

SDL Is so cute and heartbreaking at the same time. The chorus is everything, so beautiful. Talk about bitter sweet lyrics, I'm eating that shit up. His vocals are absolutely outstanding, that "I'm thinking 'bout you" is making me so delulu you have no idea.

People Pt. 2 has already been out, but man that song is gorgeous. IU's vocals are such a great contrast to Yoongi's rap, and when they harmonize I wanna start crying whY DO THEY SOUND SO GOOD??!

I'M NOT KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I WAS CRYING, LEGIT SOBBING THE FIRST TIME I HEARD POLAR NIGHT. The instrumental is so uniquely Yoongi, and makes you feel so much. Yoongi is one of the only artists whos music makes me feel what they feel; and this song is the best representation of that. Everytime i listen to it I have to stop myself from crying and it has nothing to do with the lyrics. I cried before I even knew what the song was about, just because that's how good of a composer and producer he is. Genuinly one of the best songs I've ever heard.

I've never had an interlude make me feel so much. He's perfected the art of making his music invoke the emotions of his listeners and there's nothing more perfect than a minute-and-a-half-long interlude with no words in it that's still able to do that. Incredible.

Snooze is honestly one of the best thing's to have ever graced this planet if i'm being 100% rn. I know I keep talking about the emotion of the music but broooo. And the Woosung feature? His voice is amazing and is already so raw and emotional and paired with this song I just cannot. The lyrics make me want to sob, which I will probably do later when I get off work. And the the reference back to So Far Away? I'm on the floor someone please hug me.

Yoongi's vocals go fucking crazy in Life Goes On. If this was my introduction to Yoongi I would 100% believe that he's a singer and has been his whole life. The pure raw talent of this man will never cease to amaze me.

In conclusion, I love Min Yoongi with my whole chest and I hope he knows how much his music helps people, because it really, really helps. I can never even fully express just how this album alone helps me, that's not even speaking about all his other solo projects and the hundreds of songs he's worked on throughout his career.

If you read all of that I love u and I hope u have a spectacular day.

#D-Day #Yoongi #Min yoongi #agust d #suga #he pours his heart and soul into every track #or maybe it's just crack #idk #but either way #I will never get over this album #crying sobbing throwing up #haegeum #life goes on #snooze #polar night #interlude: dawn #Amygdala #people pt.2 #huh?! #SDL

[subwaysurf45]

The Time of the Prey (9)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: sappy stuff (I cried while reading this), fluff and a lot of emotions. 

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Your sister’s wedding day. 

Bittersweet was not the right word to fit the situation but it was close, after she got married you would join your mother back at South Lands. You didn’t want to leave, the hospitality was great for the time you were here, minus the part where you stayed at Hydra’s Hill. 

You knew people all around were aware of your kidnapping and how you escaped, apparently, it was a big deal that a woman broke out of a dungeon, the first story of its kind. Rumbles and hushes came around, people changing and making the story bigger than it was. You were prepared to squash anything people said to you about it, it was still a sore spot for you; mentally and physically. 

Your dress covered your entire back, because it was the summer the dresses would be a little lighter and show a bit more skin but your dress made it seem like it was the winter from how it covered you. It was made days before the wedding, Natasha didn’t know about it because she was refusing to talk to you, how the oldest can be the most immature. 

The wedding would take place outside and the dinner afterwards would be in the corridor, the first room you saw when you first arrived what felt like years ago. There had already been tables set up for the countless Lords and Ladies who were about to show up, as the maids worked on setting the tables you walked around and felt the tablecloth, probably imported for the East. the silverware had eagles on the hilt of every fork, knife, and spoon. You always found it funny how heavily branded some kingdoms were, they made sure you remembered their sacred sigil at every corner you turned. 

The flowers moved with the wind, holding shape but also giving into the breeze. They littered the pathway to the place where your sister would be getting married…your sister was getting married. 

Confused was not the right word to fit the situation, you knew she was beautiful and people grew up but you thought you’d be little girls running around the castle all of your life. Though it felt like years ago, and it was, you could still smell childhood. 

Chairs upon chairs filled on either side, ready for all to watch. Your father would not be the one walking Natasha down the aisle, you knew she was upset about that. No one knew who would do it, your mother wouldn’t. 

There were pillars around to hold up a canopy, sheer silk would be protecting their guests from the summer sun burning down on them. It draped in some places and stayed taught in others. Most things were white or grey, making flowers everywhere stand out. It seemed no matter where you looked there would be a flower there to greet you, your fingers couldn’t help but touch them. 

As you walked down the aisle you couldn’t help but feel nothing. There was no longing, want, or even distress about the fact that you didn’t want to do this yourself, you were thinking if you saw your sister get married you would want to as well. But then again, when have you ever wanted to do anything your sister wanted? As you made it to the end and looked back over your shoulder you tried to fill in all the seats with the people you’d met. Trying to picture if this day was about you, maybe in another universe. 

You could see it. In the front sat your mother, back straight with a tear in her eyes. Natasha would be seated off with Steve, and Lords and Ladies would fill in some other spots. At the back would be the old woman, the one with no name, standing next to the black dog that helped you get back to your home. She’d wave at you slowly, thinking you may have forgotten about her. She would find her seat but feel out of place, looking around at everyone who had dressed nicer than her. When your wedding would be over you’d find her and hug her, saying hello to the dog once more. 

Your head turned to where your husband would stand and your heart didn’t change, nothing lurched. Of course, you imagined Bucky there, there was no one else in your mind you could think of to fill that spot. He’d be married in his armour, not many Knights took a wife, they tried to keep their mind clear for battle. You told Bucky that it just dehumanizes them, making them believe no one would miss them if they died. 

“Is it just me,” your mother had snuck up on you, “or do you also feel out of place?” she asked as she sat down in the front row, right where you imagined her. 

“I’ll never be up here,” you looked around, standing in the exact spot Natasha would be in. 

Outsider was not the right word for it, viewing yourself as an outsider would just be an oxymoron. Some royals viewed themselves as outsiders, claiming they couldn’t connect with their people even though they had the power to do just that. 

You sat down beside your mother with a sigh, you’d sit there in hours. Your mother took your hand and placed it in her lap, “have you thought about James and where you want to go?” she did not look at you when she talked, looking where you were standing. 

“I don’t know yet,” you confessed, “I want to run away with him,” a laugh bubbled in your throat, “maybe revoke myself.” 

“I’m jealous,” she laughed. 

“Would you ever remarry?” you asked quietly. 

“Maybe,” Lady Melina smiled at you, “if you are to run away I need someone to run this castle when I’m gone.” 

A soft laugh came from your lips, “I’m intrigued by Hydra’s new way of running their land, a democracy they say.” Your eye did not stop finding new flowers to look at. 

“It will fall before their eyes,” she sighed, “it is the Free Lands now since they have no ruler.” 

“Ah,” you corrected yourself, “the Free Lands will be holding an election sooner or later, it will be history.” 

“Speaking of,” your mother smirked and you knew where this was going, “The Breaker of Chains is not a bad battle title, my dear,” your mother leaned into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. 

“Alright,” you could feel yourself becoming embarrassed. 

“Maybe the Breaker of Chains would run for the Free lands, make peace with the people of Red River and begin a life of not royalty but rekindling.” as your mother spoke your head tilted to the side, listening to all the words she was saying. 

“I am a painter,” you sighed, “the Breaker of Chains is not political bait anymore, mother, I will come home with you and make my impact there, with James.” 

“I see,” she nodded, “well, whatever you do, just know I’ll always be there-your sister wanted me to fetch you,” it was like it popped into her mind, there were things other than Natasha she talked about. 

“It’s been over two weeks,” you said into your lap, “she wants to see me now?” your eyes moved first then your head, looking slowly at your mother who had a sad smile on her face. 

“Y/N…” she sighed, “I-...” the words died on her tongue, “you are not staying here after she marries, she is not coming home after she marries,” your mother wasn’t one to speak in poetry, there was a point, even she couldn’t bare to say it. 

“It'll be more than just a fortnight before I see her again,” the moment of realization washed over you, like a whip rolling along your back. There was the sting, it lingered in your heart as you processed the words. 

Without another word you walked with a purpose, noting talking to anyone as you passed them by. It was easy for you to be unladylike, in fact, it was nice to get into the groove of rolling your eyes and sassing everyone again. There were so many women standing outside of Natasha’s chambers, you pushed past them all and opened the door, seeing Natasha. 

Speechless was not the right word for how you felt, she looked more beautiful than that. Besides, seeing her with the flowers in her hair, a long white dress that was sleek with no ruffles or feathers brought a breath of air back into your lungs. 

“How do I look?” her eyes met yours through the mirror. 

“Like a Princess,” was all you could manage to say, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re all grown up,” it came wet and bubbly, laughing through the heart-wrenching realization. 

The handmaids left you two alone, it was still. Natasha looked over her shoulder, fully turned when she saw you there by yourself. “Y/N,” she started but then stopped, it looked like her torso began to hover because you couldn’t see her legs as she stood, the dress was too long. “There’s nothing I can say that can excuse what I did,” she whispered and walked towards you, “but I spent my time sitting here and taking in the fact that I am a shitty person to be around,” your lips parted at her swearing. 

“Natasha…” you whispered, “please, this is your wedding day.” 

“I know,” her lip began to tremble, “and I’ve waisted my last two weeks being a child, I’m about to be a queen of some castle, people are going to look up at me, and I am here, having people brush my hair and tell me I am pretty when in reality I want you to ruffle my hair and flick my arm when mother isn’t watching,” tears fell down her face, her shaky hand whipped them away. 

You reached forward and cleared her cheeks, letting yours freely soak in the tears. “You think I’ve been better without you around me?” you laughed through the pain again, “I see you from afar, learning to how to eat like a proper lady, walk like a lady, talk like a lady, and all I think to myself is are you ever going to really need me again?” 

“Sister,” she whispered, she always called your sister that rather than your name. Maybe the term for her meant more than your name, a title given to the one you shared your childhood with, the one you grew up with who was chosen to hold that name. 

“I’ll always need you,” as hard as she wanted to cry, her lips turned into a smile, “but as I stand here I look at you and see a grown woman, I look in the mirror and I see a woman who made many mistakes, and I am sorry, sister.” 

“I forgive you,” it came so quick, like a breath, like a blink of an eye, “I could never truly stay mad at you. Natasha, I know for a fact that you will be happy here and you will live out your long and beautiful life here with the man you love, I will miss you but I also know that you will thrive here, without me.” 

You both knew it was true, when it came to sisters there was always a silent war between the two of you. People on the outside had an easier time comparing you to one another, it didn’t help that you were both so different and yet complemented each other in many ways. Once one of you was removed into your own space where you belonged- sewing classes for Natasha and painting for you -the comparisons were dropped, you were no longer each other’s sister and just yourselves. 

“I have to ask you something,” Natasha pulled you down to sit beside her on her poof, it was easier for the handmaids to work around her like this. 

“Anything,” both hands took hers, squeezing them tightly. 

“Walk me down the aisle?” 

You couldn’t help but gasp at the request, it was involuntary. One hand dropped hers and landed on your heart, lips pursed together. Another wave of tears began to bloom, this time neither of you wiped them away; wanting to see the expression of love on each other’s face. 

“Great Heavens,” you managed to sputter out, “I would love to, it would be my-”

“Just hug me,” she sobbed. 

Fingers gripped at the fabric of each other’s dresses, yearning to show their sorrow for the precious time wasted between the two of them. Every stupid fight was long forgotten, there was nothing that could change the amount of love pouring out between them. Faces hid in each other’s necks, in a year she’d no longer smell like home; she’d smell like her home. 

Shoulders of white and pink dresses began to soak the salty tears, hands petted each other’s heads. The soothing was something you both were good at, Natasha had the touch of a mother since she was born, able to stop you from crying no matter the situation. Tears didn’t halt, you didn’t want them to, the emotion of love would be stronger than any other love in your life. 

“Love,” you whispered. 

“What?” 

“That’s that word that fits this moment,” you placed your chin on her shoulder, “I’ve been struggling to lay an adjective on this day and I found it,” you laughed to yourself and pulled away, holding her shoulders, “love.” 

“That’s what it has always been,” her eyes travelled down to your torso, smiling at the fact you were wearing your corset over your scars, it did irritate but you promised. 

“And always will be,” you were quick to fill in, “I must go and let you finish getting ready, but I will walk you down to aisle-” the breath caught in your throat, “sister, I promise.” 

Nothing else was said as you left, both of you content with the words floating in the air. You placed one foot in front of the other as you looked up to the walls, seeing the bricks laid on top of one another. As you entered the common area again it looked even more dressed up, more things to look at as you walked past each table. 

You could feel this strength begin to build inside your stomach, this energy that hadn’t been used in forever. It was Natasha’s last day as a child and you realized it was yours as well in some respects, you had been viewed as adults and ladies by the court but between one another you both refused to grow up. Now you had to, it was soon to be your job. In the back of your mind, you knew you were the heir to Southlands, that castle was going to be yours, part of you was excited to walk the halls again when you got home. You also knew you would be asking a lot of Bucky to come back with you, he was still in his prime here and you didn’t want to strip that away from him. 

As you walked outside that energy rolled your shoulders back and tilted your head just a little higher, you took off your shoes and walked to the one place where you could have a moment before the wedding would begin. 

The pond was still and quiet, your painting equipment was all packed away and ready to go. You would be leaving with everyone else that was attending the wedding tomorrow, though it would be later in the day after the other houses left. Getting as close as you could without touching mud you sat beside the pond, letting your feet dip into the cold waters. You saw little fish swimming about and lily pads rippling from the gentle movement of your toes in the clear water. 

With your knees up to your chest, you rested your chin on them, watching the small deer through the woods that began after the pond, it really was the perfect backdrop for your painting. 

At the sound of moving grass, you held one hand behind your back to sign, probably Bucky, to keep quiet. When you heard a gasp you knew it was him, “a deer,” he said and slowly crouched beside you, half-dressed because he didn’t want to walk around in the bulky armour which was his outfit for the wedding. 

“Hi,” he whispered, still looking at the deer, “ready for the big day?” 

“Yeah,” you looked up at him, seeing him look at you after the deer ran away. “You scared them off,” you laughed, leaning into him and hugging his arm. 

“Sure I did,” he said with a little hesitation, “look, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” 

“What is it?” you faced him, pulling your toes out from the water. 

“After today,” he paused, “where will you go?” 

A smile crept on your face as you took his hand in yours, “where will we go, I think that is what you meant to say, Bucky.” 

“So I may come with?” a smile shot to his face, eye crinkling, “I would love to see your home after showing you mine, maybe we can decide where we can go after that?” 

“I think that’s a great idea,” you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

When you pulled away you stayed close to his face but not uncomfortably close, your eyes shamelessly roamed around his face. A small blush began to bloom as you took in the way his hair framed his face, the little wave at the front shaping his cheekbones and jaw. Your hand cupped his cheek and ran against the coarse stubble that was constantly there, it prickled against the pad of your fingers but you found it relaxing to feel. 

His eyes closed as your hand moved from his beard to his hair, running your nails along his scalp and immediately earning a happy groan. Knowing he was in for a treat he made himself comfortable by laying down and resting his head on your lap, he had said before he loved the way the silk of the dresses felt against his cheek or hand, really whatever was touching your dress. 

Your fingers worked on his scalp, creating patterns but also being unpredictable. You would pick up sections and begin to braid or create a new part in his hair to scratch at much surface area as possible. As you played with his brown hair you noticed the seemingly permanent wrinkles were gone, since you came back his protectiveness increased ten-fold. He wasn’t allowed in your room and you weren’t allowed in his but that didn’t stop him from changing his quarters, getting closer to you and staying up to hear if you’ve had a nightmare or not. 

With every flinch and a quick jolt to grab his hand you could see the shame build on his face, he blamed everything that happened on himself, it was obvious. After one week he wore it on his sleeve, being overprotective and really clingy, making sure he knew where you were and if you were safe at all times. 

Instead of the whip you were greeted with the floor, you had rolled out of bed and landed on your back from a nightmare. Sweat rolled down your back and made your sleeping gown cling to your neck and collar. You were slow to get up, feeling disoriented from not knowing where you truly were for a moment. 

“Y/N,” the door burst open, Bucky was wearing slacks and a tunic, obviously thrown on in a hurry. “Are you alright?” his hand went under your armpits and lifted you up onto your bed, slowly maneuvering you to get you laid down. He hushed and placed his palm on your forehead, “let me get you some water, sweet,” he leaned down to kiss you and all he got was a moan, you were exhausted from waking up on average four times a night. 

Heavy eyes watched him pour a glass from the pitcher left on your vanity by him, he then grabbed and spare rag and pour water on it as well. He came back and got you to sit up to drink, you took no time finishing the cup. After gently laying you back down again he placed the cool towel on your forehead, the temperature was perfect for your boiling skin; equal parts mix of embarrassment and leftover adrenaline. 

“Back to sleep now,” he crouched down to your level and moved the rag to your chest, the feeling was perfect, your eyes fully closed, “I’ll be here, my sweet.” 

“Thank you,” the words ghosted out of your lips. 

Your eyes followed your fingers as you made rows in his hair, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was asleep right now. But there was something in his face, no matter how relaxed he seemed he was always on high alert. There could be leaves crushing under an animal's foot and he’d flinch, a twitch of his eye. 

“I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again,” you twisted your head awkwardly to look at him, “I am here and I am safe, that was the past and there is no need for blame, all it will do is hinder your view for the beautiful days ahead-days with us,” your hand cupped his cheeks and made him look at you.

“I know,” he sighed and looked up at the sky, “I just want you to be safe, you know that, but I know you are strong on your own and so I have all this leftover need to protect you and I feel useless,” his hand clasped together on his abdomen, but he quickly changed that and began stroking one of your arms because you had stopped playing with his hair. 

“It’s been your job to be on guard and to protect people,” a sad smile spread to your face, “and now that you’re with someone who doesn’t need all that protecting I would understand why you feel a little confused. My sister will be gone and it feels as though I’ve lost something that I’ve been with all my life; for me, it is a sister and for you, it is your life,” a laugh fell from between his lips. 

“I’ll get used to it,” he nodded, “that Braker of Chains doesn’t-”

“You don’t start with that,” you laughed and leaned down to kiss him, “you will never call me that again, understood?” you tried to act stern but it came out as giggles as Bucky’s hands found your side, tickling you a little. 

After a while Bucky traded positions with you because he felt bad you had to sit all the time, he made you loosen your corset because no one was around and that your scars needed to breathe. You laid on your back with your head on his thighs, looking up at him with a smile. He would rotate between looking at you and the pond, something would catch his eyes and it would take a while before he remembered a woman laid beneath him. 

“Can I tell you something?” you said, taking one of his hands and laying it on your stomach. 

“Anything, tell me anything,” he smiled as he looked down at you. 

“I’ve been trying to describe this day, I saw all the decorations and my sister’s dress, I even looked at the table I’d be eating at tonight, as I looked around there was this feeling deep within myself I couldn’t describe, it was on the tip of my tongue and I couldn’t spit it out,” he squeezed your hand as you took a moment to breathe, “until I saw my sister and we talked and cried,” Bucky’s eyebrows immediately pulled tight, “happy tears,” he relaxed, “and as I looked at my sister who was about to do the thing she’s always wanted I found the word.” 

“What was it?” a hand pushed some hair out of your face, it wasn’t obstructing your view but you felt it warm your heart. 

“Love,” the word left your lips and you saw it hit his face, slowly causing him to soften his features entirely, “and as I sit here with you the same feeling arises and the same word sits on my tongue, I never thought as a Princess I would be able to say this and mean it,” tears began to gather, “I thought I would live my life miserable with some Prince I have never met and forced to produce heirs and go about my life all sad and dreary,” Bucky smiled and stroked your cheek with his thumb, “but now I look at the man who saved my life, in many ways, and all I can think of is taking you back to the Southlands with me and living the rest of my life with you; the man that I completely love.” 

Your name fell from his lips, and a tear rolled down his cheek and mixed in with yours. He laughed and wiped his face and then yours, trying to keep himself somewhat composed. “As I sit here with the strongest women I know I look back at knighthood and how all I wanted was to lead and protect, but now there is another side of life that I didn’t know could be so peaceful, the loving side and the domesticated side,” you could feel his breathing on your face, his eyes would search to the pond to try and find the words as if they were spelled out with lily pads, “there is nothing more I want from this life than to grow old and grey with you, and to love you completely. I do not need kids or a wedding, all I need is to wake up and say I love you every morning.” 

“And I’ll say I love you every night,” you quickly added. 

FINAL EPISODE

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